Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore didn’t get a wink of sleep all night. He stayed by Rosalie’s side, checking on her whenever she made a sound, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable and giving her water if she needed it.

As dawn broke, Theodore raised his hand to Rosalie’s forehead to check her temperature yet again. Seeing that her fever had finally gone down, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Exhausted, Theodore sat up and pinched the bridge of his nose. As he walked drowsily to the bathroom, he accidentally kicked the trash can, startling himself. He was afraid that the sound would wake Rosalie, but thankfully, she was still sound asleep.

When he bent down to push the trash can back into place, he noticed two pills in it, puzzling him. Didn’t Rose say she had taken the medicine? Then, why were the pills in the trash? Why would she lie to him? It was just two pills, so why wouldn’t she take them? She wasn’t the type to refuse medicine..

Feeling uneasy, Theodore turned his head and stared deeply at the woman sleeping peacefully.

When Rosalie woke up again, it was almost noon. She was alone in bed.

Rosalie stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling a bit dizzy. She vaguely remembered Theodore taking care of her all night. She touched the cold sheets beside her, realizing he must have left at some point. Everything from last night felt like a dream.

Rosalie groggily got out of bed and freshened up in the bathroom. When she came out of her room, Anthony hurried over to her.

“Madam, are you feeling better?”

“I’m much better,” she said, though her complexion still looked a bit pale. “Um… where’s Theo?”

“Sir received a call over an hour ago am left,” Anthony replied.

“Oh, I see.”

He must have gone to the hospital to accompany Cynthia. She was his priority. His return last night must have been an exception.

Seeing Rosalie’s disappointment, Anthony added, “Madam, Sir is still very concerned about you. He called me last night asking if you had returned. When I mentioned your cough, he rushed back immediately.”

“Is that so?”

Rosalie felt a strange mix of emotions. Her husband cared for her, rushing back when he heard she was sick. But why did she feel so bitter?

Even though he had returned last night, he still went to Cynthia’s side today. How many pieces could his heart be split into?

She would rather he be cold and cruel to her from start to end, rather than him always being like this. He would sometimes be kind to her, only to do a 180 and treat her harshly. He was clearly tormenting her. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Anthony wanted to say something more, but seeing Rosalie’s expression, he changed the subject and asked, “Madam, what would you like for lunch? I’ll have the kitchen prepare something.”

“I’m fine with anything.

Rosalie didn’t care much about food. Her head was starting to ache again, so she returned to her room. She sat on the bed and let out a long sigh.

After much contemplation, she finally called Theodore. The call soon connected, but it wasn’t her husband’s voice that she heard.

“Hello?”

“Who is this?” Rosalie asked.

“Madam, this is Yuvan. Are you looking for Mr. Spencer?”

“Yes. Where is he now?”

“Mr. Spencer is currently in the bathroom helping Ms. Zeller. It’s not convenient for him to take calls at the moment. Is there something you need to tell him? I can relay the message.”

Rosalie’s mind went blank. Theodore was helping Cynthia in the athroom? A man and woman alone in the bathroom… Did Cynthia eed help undressing?!